Inside a hidden compartment within the haunted house, a staff member in blood-stained white clothing and a pale mask peered intently through the peephole, observing the situation outside.
As soon as someone passed by, she would silently appear before the visitors to give them a big surprise.
Tap, tap, tap.
The crisp sound of footsteps reached the staff member's ears.
The staff member, who had been somewhat lost in thought, immediately held her breath and focused.
This sound, it must be a woman's heels.
The staff member carefully distinguished the footsteps.
Only one set of footsteps? A girl playing in a haunted house alone?
The staff member found it a bit strange.
She was a veteran employee here and had seen all sorts of visitors.
Generally, girls rarely visited haunted houses.
Those who came were usually with their boyfriends.
Many reserved girls would take the opportunity to do bold things in a haunted house.
Therefore, she sometimes chose different scare tactics depending on the visitors.
For example, if a couple came, she would confront them directly and then quietly disappear as they held each other tightly.
If it was a guy, she would wait for him to pass and then sneak up from behind.
The main reason was that scaring guys head-on carried a higher risk; she was afraid of getting hit.
Don't think it's impossible; she had actually been hit before.
That guy screamed and then punched her hard.
Even now, her head still buzzed thinking about it.
It really is just one person...
After listening carefully for a while longer, the staff member finally confirmed it wasn't just that the guy's shoes were quiet.
It was genuinely only one person.
A courage test? A punishment game?
No, the footsteps are too steady.
After ruling out all possibilities, the staff member's gaze sharpened.
There was only one truth.
This girl wasn't afraid of the haunted house; she was here to "challenge" their haunted house.
No wonder the boss said there was only one group of customers in the haunted house today and told us to give it our all. So, someone's trying to pull a fast one.
With that thought, the staff member began to adjust her state, preparing to go all out.
The staff member gently closed her eyes, listening intently to the footsteps in the corridor.
Fifteen meters, ten meters, five meters.
The staff member opened her eyes, and then...
Then she rolled her eyes and fainted.
Outside the peephole, a pale, upside-down face was swaying slightly.
A long tongue, blood-red eyes, a terrifying expression, and pale skin.
Thump.
The staff member fell straight to the ground.
"Ah, not very brave, are we?"
Satoru Gojo turned off the flashlight and pulled off the long, fake tongue and glasses.
His legs, which had been bent and hooked onto the ceiling mechanism, relaxed and let go.
"Gojo, don't bully the staff."
"Ah, aren't they professionals? I guess I'm just too strong."
Shoko Ieiri rolled her eyes.
Shoko Ieiri squatted in front of the staff member and removed the ghost mask.
Beneath the mask was the face of a woman in her twenties.
Confirming that the person was fine and had simply been too startled, Shoko Ieiri breathed a sigh of relief.
She looked back and saw Satoru Gojo already rummaging through various horror props in the corner.
"Gojo, when will you ever learn to be gentle with women?"
"What did you say?"
Satoru Gojo looked up when he heard his name.
"No, it's nothing."
Shoko Ieiri gave up trying to persuade him.
She had a feeling that if she continued, Satoru Gojo would become interested in her.
However, it was too late now.
Satoru Gojo glanced at the blood-stained white coat in his hand, then at Shoko Ieiri, a mischievous expression appearing on his face.
"Hey, hey, Shoko, come play too~"
Shoko felt a sense of dread from Satoru Gojo's overly affectionate tone.
Shoko Ieiri stood up and immediately walked in the opposite direction.
Suddenly, a white coat was thrown over her.
The coat was very large and could effectively conceal human features underneath.
This made it easy for Satoru Gojo to put the coat on Shoko Ieiri.
"Gojo, mmmph."
Just as Shoko Ieiri was about to resist, her face was covered.
It was the grotesque mask of the employee who had just fallen.
"Heave ho."
Satoru Gojo easily lifted Shoko Ieiri and "hung" her on a mechanism on the ceiling.
It was a horizontal wooden bar held by a rope.
If Shoko Ieiri guessed correctly, the haunted house staff would usually hang a fake monster model on it, which would then glide past the visitors via a zipline.
Except this time, it wasn't a model being hung, but Shoko Ieiri.
"Here you go!"
Satoru Gojo gave her a strong push, and Shoko Ieiri flew forward rapidly along the mechanism's track.
"Aaaahhh! Go! Jo! Go!"
"You always hide on the sidelines when we play, which is so boring. This time, Shoko, you're going to play too~"
Satoru Gojo seemed to ignore Shoko Ieiri's screams. Dressed in black, he moved through the dimly lit haunted house like an indistinct ghost, occasionally popping out to push Shoko Ieiri.
"This is why I don't dare get close to you!"
"Hahaha."
Not far ahead of them at this moment.
"Screaming so loudly? Rumiko is really energetic today, so I have to put in some effort too."
A haunted house employee, pretending to be a statue, got ready.
Then...
He saw a terrifyingly grim female ghost rapidly approaching.
Weird, do we have this employee at our place?
The female ghost was much taller than Rumiko.
"Hehehehe, I found you."
As the employee was wondering, a terrifying voice suddenly came from behind him.
"Whoa, who, who's there!"
The employee was startled.
Their makeup artists were professionals, and combined with the dim environment and the cover of other statues, no one had ever discovered his disguise.
The employee turned around in fear but found nothing.
Gulp, wha... what's going on? Am I imagining things?
"Hehehe, I'm~ here~"
"Aaaah! There's a ghost!"
The haunted house employee frantically dropped his prop and sprinted towards the end of the passage, followed by Satoru Gojo, who was dressed in a monster costume, cackling, and occasionally pushing Shoko Ieiri.
Finally, there was the female ghost, Shoko Ieiri, floating in the air, continuously shouting Satoru Gojo's name with a voice filled with anger and terror.
As expected, going out with Satoru Gojo is a disaster!
Female ghost Shoko Ieiri wept internally.
"It seems like they're having a lot of fun over there."
Eiji, walking in the corridor not far from them, remarked with emotion upon hearing the sounds from a distance.
At this moment, a haunted house employee appeared before them.
"Hehehe."
The haunted house employee chuckled menacingly. It was clear they'd put effort into cultivating such an obviously unnatural laugh.
Snap.
Mid-chuckle, half of the employee's face fell to the ground, revealing raw, red muscle.
"Ah, my face fell off."
With that, the haunted house employee turned their gaze towards Eiji and Altoria.
"Can I have your faces, hehehe,"
"Sure, here you go."
Under the haunted house employee's stunned gaze, Eiji reached out, tore off his own face, and handed it over.
Altoria knew it was fake, but the employee didn't.
"Monster!"
The employee turned and fled.
"Eiji, we came here to experience the haunted house."
Altoria's eyes were serious. Eiji's actions were borderline bullying the weak.
"Ah, sorry. Gojo was having so much fun over there, I wanted to try something too."
The noise from over there had been too boisterous earlier, and Eiji couldn't help but sense it through the shadows.
The two didn't scare the poor employee any further.
Suguru Geto and Kento Nanami, who entered last, were playing "Red Light, Green Light" with a haunted house employee.
"Awooo, awooo, aw... Come on, give me some kind of reaction."
The haunted house employee couldn't take it anymore.
"Sorry, your performance was excellent, but for us, it was just... a tiny bit lacking."
"Huh?"
The haunted house employee blinked in confusion, then dejectedly walked away.
At that moment, they began to seriously doubt their professional abilities.
"Seriously, why did Gojo-senpai bring us Jujutsu Sorcerers to a haunted house..."
Kento Nanami put his hand to his forehead, speechless.
"Maybe Gojo's idea of fun is different from yours,"
Suguru Geto offered the answer with a calm expression.
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